the pain on Julian’s face. The blood seeping through his shirt. His gasps for breath.
If he stayed here, he’d fade until he wasn’t Julian anymore, just like Tito.
And if Yadriel released him, he’d be gone forever.
“You’re making me nervous,” Julian said, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze unwavering.
Yadriel tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “I’m just thinking…”
“Thinking what?”
“Something selfish.”
For a moment, they sat there in silence. Yadriel couldn’t look away, even though his heart thudded in the pulse at his neck.
Julian watched him curiously. His gaze slid down to Yadriel’s mouth, his eyes half lidded.
Yadriel held his breath.
“Yads?” His name was so soft and sweet coming from Julian’s lips.
“Yeah?”
But there was something about the look on Julian’s face. A strange stillness as he sat there quietly, a watery reflection of the boy he’d once been.
Something Yadriel’s body recognized before his head could catch up. Every muscle in his body tightened, bracing for impact.
Julian’s voice was too gentle, his words too soft. “I want you to release me.”
EIGHTEEN
“What?”
“You need to release me,” Julian repeated calmly.
Yadriel hated it.
He forced out a laugh. “You don’t mean right now?” There was no way he was serious.
Julian averted his gaze and toyed with Purrcaso’s tail. “There’s no point in waiting around.”
Yadriel openly gaped at him. “You mean right now,” he echoed in disbelief.
“My friends will be fine without me,” Julian pointed out with a lift of his shoulders. “Rio’s accepted that I ditched him and that I’m not going back.”
“But you—you—” Yadriel stammered.
Julian swallowed and wet his lips. “I can feel it happening,” he said, his voice low, defeated. “Like I’m losing my grip on myself.” He stared down at his hands as he flexed them into fists, then loosened them again. “I don’t know, maybe there’s always been something in me, rotting away, and now it’s finally catching up to me—”
“That’s not true,” Yadriel said sharply. He hated how tight his voice was, how strangled it sounded.
“I don’t want to turn into a monster—”
“You won’t! I wouldn’t let that happen!” Yadriel insisted, even though it was wishful thinking at best. He had no control over when Julian might turn maligno.
Julian shook his head. “All I do is cause people trouble, including you—”
“No, you don’t!” Yadriel flinched as soon as the words shot angrily from his mouth. He cut a nervous glance to the door. If he kept yelling, someone would hear him from downstairs, but he had to get Julian to change his mind. “You heard what my dad said, don’t you want to stay for my aquelarre?”
Julian exhaled. “You need to release me.”
Yadriel couldn’t stand how calm and level-headed Julian was being. He wanted Julian to fight. He wanted him to argue, for him to get mad or something. This Julian was too sure, too quiet.
Julian’s smile was sad and reserved. “I want to go before something bad happens, before I do something to someone I care about,” he told Yadriel. He bit his bottom lip, like he was holding something back, but then he shook his head. “It’s better this way. Everyone will be better off—”
“God, I am so sick of hearing you say that!” Yadriel snapped, taking a step forward. Julian looked up, surprised. “And if you think for one second that anyone in your life is better off without you, then you’re dumber than you look, Julian Diaz.”
Julian scowled, nostrils flaring, but Yadriel didn’t care. At least it got that terrible, defeated look off his face.
“You would do anything for your friends, right? And they’d do anything for you, too. You take people in and you protect them, that’s who you are! And your brother, too! You’re both fiercely protective, which is probably why you guys fight all the time—”
“Yadriel—”
“Just a pair of idiots who don’t know how to talk about your feelings so you argue instead!” he growled, throwing his hands up.
“Clean break,” Julian said. “You promised—”
“I didn’t promise a damn thing!” Yadriel snapped, feeling petulant.
Julian sighed and scrubbed his hand over his shaved head. “You wanted to get rid of me on day one, remember?”
Yadriel crossed his arms and glared at him. Yes, he remembered, but that didn’t count anymore.
“The whole deal was you’d help make sure my friends were okay,” Julian listed off on his fingers, “and I’d let you release my spirit so you could show everyone you’re a brujo, right?” His hands fell to his lap. “I’m doing what you want, I will willingly let you release me, Yadriel. I won’t